I was on the way out the door when my dad called to tell me that my mom had died. It was a warm spring day, and dust motes danced in the sunbeam in front of me …
Tag: cancer
The Quest to Understand
You could read this book in an afternoon, and your life would be better for it. Woolf's writing on illness contains a mystic quality. Being that she spent a good portion of her life battling illnesses of …
Broken Promises
In this photo you are radiant. Sun and warm sand prickles under our knees, tickle-burning as you chase me. The tip of my tongue is pinched between pearly teeth, pink and pert, the intensity of my focus. …
